The Tickle Master

Mark ordered a foot tickle/massage for his wife's 45th birthday. When Byron a/k/a The Tickle Master rand the bell, Mark answered it. He was surprised that Byron was black. Not that it mattered, he just hadn't thought about that. After introducing his wife Susan to Byron, he suggested she relieve herself, so no accidents happen. As she went to do that, Mark said he could set up in the living room, but Byron suggested the basement as it can sometimes get pretty loud.

"Where is he?" Susan asked.

"Oh, in the basement. I guess it can get pretty loud," Mark said, using air quotes. "I'll be working in my office upstairs."

"Okay, I'm ready," Susan said nervously to Byron.

"You should strip to your bra and panties," he told her.

She looked shocked.

"Don't worry. I start at the feet and usually work my way up. Nothing inappropriate. Without your permission," he added. Then laughed like it was a joke. But it wasn't. After a while they all begged him to fuck them.

Susan laughed too.

Soon she was secured to the table. Arms over her head, legs spread to the corners of the table.

From the first touch, Susan was in hysterics. First, he used his fingers. Then a feather. Then his tongue. A strange man was licking and sucking on her feet.

Susan was laughing and moaning.

Byron knew he had her. She was so turned on. But he'd make her wait. Make her beg him like all the others did. She was probably wondering what his cock looked like. Way bigger than her skinny ass husband, he was sure.

Susan wondered what his cock looked like.

Byron stopped and let Susan catch her breath. Her nipples were hard and there was a wet spot on her panties.

"Oh my God that was intense," she said. Her face embarrassed.

Well, your feet are ticklish how about your armpits?" Byron asked, moving to the other end of the table.

"My armpits? No wait... I..." Susan burst out laughing and thrashing. Byron dug his fingers into her pits. They were very smooth. She must have shaved them that day. Sometimes he got stubble. It didn't bother him one way or the other. She moved around so much that her bra slipped down, exposing one breast.

"Oh, my breast," she said.

Byron acted like he hadn't heard her and kept tickling her. Sneaking glances at her boob. Not the biggest or the best one he had seen but good enough. About medium size with a small areola and a hard pebble-like nipple.

"Hey! Tickle Master! My boob!" Susan yelled while she laughed.

"Oh, my. I'm sorry would you like me to help you with that?"

"Please," Susan said. Before she knew it Byron had cut off her bra with a pair of scissors.

"I meant cover me up, not cut off my bra."

"Sorry, I didn't understand. Most women find tickling very sensuous," he said.

"Not me. And not with my husband upstairs."

"Are you sure?" Byron asked, caressing her nipples.

Susan let out a moan. She couldn't help it.

Byron then rubbed her nipples with both thumbs. Then rolled them between his thumb and index finger.

Susan moan even louder.

'If I shoved a finger in her cunt, she'd cum in ten seconds' Byron thought.

Susan looked at him. "Stop. Please. You have to stop. My husband."

Byron bent down.

"No! Don't even think about it," Susan said.

But what he did surprised and excited her. He simply blew on her nipples.

A chill ran down her spin. She was lifted off the table with a spasm. Her eyes were closed.

"Are they ticklish?" he asked her.

Susan's eyes popped open and then he was tickling her breasts, areolas and nipples. He used a feather on them. Then an electric toothbrush. Then he moved the toothbrush down to her bellybutton and this time he did lean down and lick and suck on her breasts. He flicked her hard nipples with his tongue and also blew on them again.

Susan was moaning and laughing and thrusting her hips in the air.

"Oh fuck. You need to stop. Please stop. Oh God STOP! Oh, fuck you're going to make me come. Oh, fuck I'm coming. I'm coming!" She shouted.

"That looked pretty sensual to me," Byron said.

"Shut up and give me your cock. I need to suck your cock," she insisted.

"But what about Mark? He's just upstairs."

"Fuck, Mark. Just give me your cock and stop tickling me."

Byron pulled down his pants and held out his huge cock for her to look at.

"Holy shit!" she said. "How and I supposed to..."

The rest was lost as Byron shoved his cock in her mouth. Well, as much as would fit. She basically could only suck the head. When he pinched her nipples, she sucked harder and her tongue danced around his cock head. Byron grunted and shot his load in her mouth.

She choaked twice and gagged once. But got it all down.

Then without a word he cut off her panties and started tickling her legs and thighs. Then he leaned his head in and blew on her pussy while he tickled her stomach. Susan went ballistic. She laughed and bounced on the table.

Finally, he stuck his tongue in her pussy. His fat tongue licking her lips up and down like he was painting a wall. Then he fucked her with his tongue and swirled it around in a clock-like motion. Then, he shoved two fingers in her surprisingly tight cunt, leaned down and sucked her clit, and used the other hand to pinch her hard nipples. She had an even more powerful orgasm this time. She lay there shuddering.

Byron let her relax for a moment. Then he actually massaged her from head to toe. No tickling just an actual massage. He then untied her and had her lay over a wedge for a back massage.

"No tickling," she warned. But she didn't say no spanking.

The first slap caught her off guard. Ow!" What the fuck?"

Slap!

"Ow! Stop spanking me!" she said.

"Who's my tickle slut?" he asked.

"What?"

Slap! "Not what, who? Are you my tickle slut?"

"Okay. Fun's over. Untie me," she demanded.

"Are! You! My! Tickle! Slut?" Byron asked with a slap after each word.

"Ow! Stop slapping me. No, I'm not your tickle slut," she said.

"Are you sure?" he asked. Then she felt a feather on her asshole. She started laughing again.

"Oh, I think someone was lying. It seems like you are my tickle slut. Even your asshole is ticklish."

He used the feather for a while, then switched to the toothbrush. The vibrations reaching her pussy. Suddenly, she felt his tongue on her asshole. She'd never been rimmed before. She thought it would be gross, but it felt incredible. Then he added the feather to her pussy. Soon she was screaming in orgasms again.

"What the fuck is going on down here!" a stunned Mark wanted to know.

"Well, tell him who you are," Byron said with an ass slap.

"I'm a tickle slut," Susan said, sheepishly.

"And that you want me to fuck you while you suck your husband's cock," Byron added.

"Please, fuck me with your big, black cock while I suck my husband," Susan said.

"Susan what are you..."

Shut up, Mark. And get over here. I'm going to suck you off while getting fucked by The Tickle Master," she ordered.

Byron suddenly shoved his fat, cock inside Susan's tight pussy, causing her to gasp. That's when Mark shoved his cock inside his wife's mouth. Susan was getting fucked from both ends. She felt like a rubber band. She also felt amazing. All she wanted was a foot massage, now she was fucking a black guy while blowing her husband. Mark came first. He usually couldn't hold out long anyway, but this was even quicker than normal. That's when she felt Byron slip a finger in her butthole. Her pussy clamped down in orgasm and that's when he filled her with his creamy load.

The two men proceeded to tickle Susan some more. One on each foot. Then one on her armpits while the other tickled her ribs.

She was finally untied. But after Mark whispered something to Byron, he nodded. Then he pulled a very willing Susan onto his still hard cock as he lay on the floor. Mark stood in front of his wife and shoved his cock in her mouth. When it was all slobbered on, he pulled out and then very slowly he shoved his cock in Susan's asshole. The three got in a rhythm and soon they all came. Susan was French kissing Byron with actual love in her eyes.

"So, same time next week?" he asked. They looked shocked. He burst out laughing, got dressed and left.

"Well?" Mark asked. "Good present?"

"Best birthday ever!" Susan replied. "How was it on the monitor?"

"Great. I'm glad we added the other cameras. We have every angle."

"I can't wait to watch it tomorrow. I'm a bit sore right now."

They both laughed.